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Has this ever happened to you? You are an adventurous and daring roleplayer bursting with motivation and ideas, and Wonderland seems just the place for you to let your creativity flourish, AND YET... you doubt.

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Comments

[livemoore]

[ Well, now Liv has questions and she doesn't know how to ask them, so she just goes quiet for a minute or so as they walk. She really wishes Ravi were here so she could at least run some science by him without worrying he might try to stab her in the head. Ray seems nice, but there's 'nice when you think you're talking to a human' and 'freaking out because you're actually talking to something that eats brains.'

Now she's probably been quiet for too long, so she takes a deep breath, smiling a little as she exhales. ]

I guess no one will ever be able to say this place is boring. I mean, I've never heard of anything like it before. Trading memories for things, I mean. Do you know anyone who's done it?

[shrinkage]

[ he suddenly looks astonishingly guilty. ]

Maybe?

[ boy man that painting on the wall is super interesting isn't it? ]

Oh, coffee shop's coming up! C'mon, I'll make you a killer latte. You like vanilla?

[hackrid]

Not exactly sure where the science comes in on that weird, but put monkey ears on me and call me Curious George.

[ she leans into the feed to get a better eye on liv, and purses her lips. ]

Kinda cool that an ME miraculously gets hit with corpse dreams, though. A dash of fate and a sprinkle of spook?

[livemoore]

[ Maybe? Sounds like an evasive 'yes' to Liv. But she doesn't know Ray so she can't pry the way she super wants to. Maybe if he was a suspect in something but he's not, so. Latte talk time! ]

I think I can handle vanilla. With maybe some cinnamon on top?

[ It's not going to give her a real spicy kick, but even she can't stomach the idea of adding hot sauce to coffee so she just drinks it even with dulled flavor. Thanks, sense of taste, for taking a nose dive on anything that isn't brain. ]

[livemoore]

Something like that, yeah. It's a gift.

[ She smiles, shrugging her shoulders a little. ]

It was shocking when it happened the first time and I didn't get it at first but...if it helps, it helps.

[ That part, at least, isn't a lie at all. She had no idea how to navigate what was happening to her and what being a zombie actually meant for a while. ]

[keephersafe]

[He stares at her, with the words he'd like to say bubbling up behind his tongue and sticking there. Complex thoughts are still difficult, but mostly he's wondering where she pulled all of that from.]

Beauty queen.. brains?

[R asks, his eyebrows lifting up expressively. He's been following what she's said and he thinks he's got the idea.

He grins.]

Miss.. World Peace?

[livemoore]

[ Liv smiles so brightly at that. ]

I should get a sash with an official title: Ms. Zombie, USA.

[ Although, wearing it might lead to some questions being asked that she's not ready for yet. ]

Do you know how old you are? Or...how old you think you are?

[ He looks about her age, but it's hard to tell. ]

I'm twenty-seven. I was studying to be a doctor before all of....this happened.

[keephersafe]

I'd vote for you.

[Serious nod. Ms. Zombie, USA. That could definitely be a thing. She'd win it hands down where he came from - few of the female zombies he's ever seen have been much to look at.

She asks another question, though, and he shrugs. R does a lot of shrugging. He could be thirty, or more. He doesn't know. He could be younger than her. Years pass in much the same way as months, weeks, days... time doesn't matter to you so much when you're dead.]

Don't know. Dead don't.. age. [And his appearance is no true indicator of how long he's been dead, either. He thinks it's some kind of indication of how fiercely he clings on to some twisted version of hope.] Could be.. older than you. Or... [Another shrug.]

Don't remember.

[shrinkage]

Ooh, spicy? I think that would actually call for a mocha if you don't mind the one-eighty.

[ heyyy he escaped scrutiny. liv is officially a better person than he is bc he would've pressed that button pretty hard. which mean she should probably be chill and confess.

he talks as he moves behind the counter, looking as at ease there as a part time barista might. ]

They don't let you choose the memory they take, by the way.

[xiv_kuzunoha]

[Raidou didn't have any more water, but that was easily fixed when the glass refilled itself.]

Born like this.

[like_tofu]

Even after all of this time?

[And Souji was smart. If he couldn't figure it out out of anyone here, then who could?]

... Don't you ever miss home, Senpai?

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[choosetruth]

[Georgia draws her gun the second what looks like a corpse blinks.

Honestly, it takes everything she has not to draw her gun the second she sees a corpse, since while she may know not all corpses get up here, she has a lifetime of instincts telling her corpses without a bullet hole in the head are going to get up and try to eat you.

Still, while she aims and her finger goes to the trigger, she... hesitates. Hesitating can be a death sentence in the field, but there's something off about this.

If this is a zombie, why hasn't he eaten the cat? And possibly even more confusingly, why isn't the cat running away? Animals don't hang around when there are zombies in the area. They certainly don't sit on them.

Instead of pulling the trigger she says, in a very clear and surprisingly calm voice:]

You have ten seconds to prove you're not going to eat me. Coming any closer than you are disqualifies you.

[She'd throw him a blood test, but she's yet to figure out if they actually work on zombie diseases besides the one from her world. The rules are different here. That makes it dangerous.]

[keephersafe]

[He could smell her the instant she got close enough for the breeze to catch her scent. That undeniable aroma of the Living. It's everywhere here, like a cloying perfume he can't escape from, but coming out here helps him to get away from it.

R doesn't need to look to know she has a gun in her hands - he's been shot at enough times to recognise the sound of one being drawn. He doesn't move, doesn't twitch, just carefully slides his gaze over to her and lifts his eyebrows up very slightly.

... It's a valid question.]

How.. would I prove it..?

[He asks, otherwise not moving a muscle. No point in denying that he'd think about it. She already has him figured out to be even thinking about asking that kind of question.]

[eatsyourscience]

...I miss it all the time. Home and everyone there.

[noreason]

I was a human before I was this.

c.

[endingpoint]

[ Jane's figured out a little of what she likes when it comes to music thanks to Kurt. Mama Cass, Patsy Kline - that type of music. When she's walking the halls and hears music, she stops and cants her head to the side, then slowly walks toward it. When she finds the source, she stands in the open doorway, smiling a little. Listening to the song, she waits until it's finished to clear her throat and walk forward a bit. ]

I hope you don't mind if I stay and listen a little?

[ She's wearing a tank top and jeans, so all her tattoos on her chest and arms are visible. ]

If you want, I can go. It's just - I've never heard those songs before, those singers. I liked it.

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[mr_englishguy]

[The Library is a place that Newt spends much of his time. Curious about what might be new, what worlds he might read about that were once part of a book and were now truly from another world. Another world where he knew the people from that world now.

It's there among the shelves that he finds he's not alone. Pausing, a tome in his hand, he looks up and smiles at the man. Pausing only long enough to take in how he looks, that he's certainly not entirely like anyone that Newt knows, his smile only widens.]

So glad to find I'm not the only one that enjoys this place.

[Even if he had to stop a mirror here, and worried those that watched over the library blamed him for the things that happened that day.]

[keephersafe]

[She startles him.

When she speaks, he freezes mid-sway and snaps his head in her direction, pale, pewter-grey eyes slightly widened. He hadn't expected to be disturbed, but he supposes that was a stupid thing to think, really, when he was playing music with the door open. The people here weren't like the Dead in the airport - they were curious.

For a long moment, words don't come and he stares at her like an idiot, then he nods quickly.]

Sure. This is.. Dean Martin.

[keephersafe]

[It's quiet, but he's not so absorbed in what he's doing that he didn't realise he wasn't alone. The voice comes as little surprise, as he slides another book back into its place on a shelf, and the corners of his lips turn up in the faintest of smiles.]

It's nice. Quiet.

[He stares hard at the spine of one of the books, looking at the markings on the spine that he knows are letters and willing them to become words. Instead they swim, drifting back and forth without ever turning into something that makes sense.

R knows better. He gives up.]

Didn't mean to.. bother you.

[endingpoint]

[ At first she's not sure how he's going to react, and then she's more curious about him than the music. Jane walks in and sits, cross-legged on the floor across from him. ]

I've never heard of him. I don't think I have, anyway.

[ She reaches for the record sleeve and looks at it, turning it over to read the songs on the back. ]

Is this music from your time, or do you just...like it?

[keephersafe]

[R shrugs as the record needle hisses briefly over a groove between songs and then breaks into the opening bars of Arrivederci Roma. He squirms inwardly under the mild scrutiny of her gaze and looks down at his hands rather than meet her eyes.]

I like it. [He couldn't tell her the year it was from. He couldn't tell her what year he was from.]

It feels.. alive.

HOORAY

[transmutate]

[Ugh, why is Ling like this? Ed rolls his eyes and waves his hand exaggeratedly.]

Hi.

[livemoore]

Aw, thank you!

[ Liv smiles at that, then thinks about his answer. It makes sense, and he's right - zombie's don't age because, well, dead. ]

One day you will. Remember, I mean. I know you will. There's a zombie cure where I'm from, and it comes with memory loss. But it reverses itself eventually. Maybe yours will, too.

[livemoore]

You know, I think I'm okay with that.

[ She smiles and watches him get to work, his comment making her shift back to what they were talking about before. ]

Wait, so...we barter for something specific but what we give them in return isn't up to us? That sounds more than a little corrupt.

[keephersafe]

[R pauses, teetering on the edge of expressing a complex thought. She just met him, but she's already shown some patience, so perhaps she'll wait.]

Not cured. [He says, concentrating hard to keep hold of the words while they struggle like eels in his grasp. He's not healed, but things have been different ever since he brought Julie back to his cramped 747 and told her he'd keep her safe.]

Changing. Diff..erent.

[R pats his pockets and fishes out a slightly smeared, slightly crumpled polaroid. On the picture is a girl with blonde hair and pale skin - pale but alive - with her hand clasped over her heart and a sad expression on her face.

He holds onto it for a moment, then turns it around to show Liv.]

Because of her.